[ The stranger gets a polite bow in perfect form, xiao in-hand. ]
Lan Xichen, sect leader of Gusu Lan. Zewu-Jun. [ Straightening, he glances around the kitchen and idly taps his flute in a palm. ] Have you seen any spices around? A friend of mine enjoys them.
[ From the sheer amount of food Jiang Cheng has continually brought over for Xichen to eat (habitually forgetting to do so) he ought to owe him several meals, but he suspects a smaller gift would be better received. ]
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[ The stranger gets a polite bow in perfect form, xiao in-hand. ]
Lan Xichen, sect leader of Gusu Lan. Zewu-Jun. [ Straightening, he glances around the kitchen and idly taps his flute in a palm. ] Have you seen any spices around? A friend of mine enjoys them.
[ From the sheer amount of food Jiang Cheng has continually brought over for Xichen to eat (habitually forgetting to do so) he ought to owe him several meals, but he suspects a smaller gift would be better received. ]